Twenty Sack
Listening carefully for the answers but I hear no calm voice
And when shown a fork in the road it seems I have no choice
No ambition or drive, weed has taken my brain
And I blame my own mind for me going insane
Because the life that I live is the life that I made
I thought I had potential, who knows where I frayed
All of my emotion is gone, but the pain still remains
This pain is in my heart the thing that causes these strains
People dying all around me seeing them off to the grave
I guess they have lived long enough, their soul is tired of being a slave
But I got a loving heart, and friends who hold me back
But for new confused emotion, I will consult a twenty sack
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